We discussed the prurience of the great American public, and why men of the cloth need to get married. What we did not mention was cleavage.
Yet cleavage is the elephant in the room.
Remarkably, though there was indeed several cleavage blatantly being displayed, I cannot remember anything about the exhibitrices.
Nor whether cigarette ashes had fallen into the gap.
Cleavage is best privately appreciated rather than publicly displayed.
Shape and dimension is less important than hue and tactile sensation.
When there is evidence of cleavage, one may assume that an appropriate number of aureoles et papillis are likewise in the vicinity.
Beware of counterfeits.
This is axiomatic.
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